He was mom's favourite, her little red head curly haired baby boy! I was the baby yet, he was her favourite. I was daddy's girl. I always managed to get out of trouble by blaming my brother. I always followed him around as a child and wanted to join him and his buddies so much. He would yell for me to go home or get away. I still wanted to be with the "boys". I don't think he realized it, but I wanted to be with him because I looked up to him. For him, I was a burden, a baby that came into his home and took his mommy's attention. I was about 6 months old when mom heard a large smack sound. She rushed into the room where I was asleep (was is the key word here) but was screaming because my brother Stevie had slapped me in the face and turned to mom and said, " send her back mommy, I don't want her here, send her back".
Well brother, I didn't go back, I stayed and here I am! Steve doesn't know it, but we are having a surprise birthday party for him Saturday night at his daughter's house. I think I'll bring the kids so they can see him and wish him happy birthday, stay for a bit then go back home.
I have so much travel to do this year and then try to fit in vacation is making it tight for me. The one trip I truly look forward to is my Vancouver trip then on to Kauai, Hawaii. A crazy bunch of women are going and staying at a resort I booked through my RCI points. I can't wait. In the meantime, let's hope we get no more snow!